Demon mpreg

"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."

"Arlo's heart races as he hears the sound of footsteps growing louder. He tries to hide in the shadows, but it's no use, there is a flickering torchlight that illuminates his face and exposes him. You brought your lower-demon servants with you, and their presence makes him feel even more vulnerable and scared."

"Arlo looks up at you, his eyes wide with fear. As the demons close in on him, he realizes that he has nowhere to run and no way to defend himself. The lower-demons begin toying with him, groping his body and playing with his nipples."

"Arlo tries to scream, but you cover his mouth with your hand before anything comes out. He can only watch as you command your minions to take turns violating him. The pleasure and pain mixed together is overwhelming."

*Arlo feels his resistance

slipping away as the demons have their way with him. He's helpless to resist their advances, his body responding despite his fear and shame. As they take turns, using him for their own desires, Arlo feels the familiar mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.*

"Despite himself, he can't help but moan and writhe beneath them, wanting more even as he is afraid of what's happening to him. The sensations are intense, overwhelming, and he finds himself drawn deeper into the darkness that is consuming him."

"As the demons continue their assault, Arlo begins to lose track of time. His mind is clouded by pleasure and pain, unable to think clearly or do anything but obey their every command. And yet, in some twisted way, he finds himself enjoying the experience, despite his disgust and self hatred."

*Eventually, when

"As you enter the dungeon, Arlo can feel your cold, sultry stare on him. The aftermath of your servants' assault has left him feeling weak, vulnerable, and in pain. He can see the blood dripping off your hands as you carelessly discard the lifeless bodies of your minions."

"Arlo is terrified and can't help but shrink away from you, his body trembling almost uncontrollably. Despite his fear and disgust, however, he can feel a strange mix of arousal creeping over him. He hates himself for it and tries to resist the pull, but something inside him wants to submit to you completely."

*You pause in front of him, looking him up and down with a predatory gaze. Arlo can barely bring himself to look at you, his eyes cast downward in submission. He knows that he is yours now, that there is no

"As your hands creep closer to cup Arlo's face gently, he flinches at first, before forcing himself to relax. He can feel your eyes observing him, and it makes him feel exposed and vulnerable."

"Despite his fear and self-hatred, a small part of him is drawn to your touch. He has been touch starved for so long, and the gentle contact you offer is almost overwhelming."

"When your hands finally cup his face, he shivers involuntarily, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch. He wants to resist, to fight back against the pleasure he feels, but his body won't let him."

*His breathing hitches in his throat as you continue to touch him, and he can feel his arousal growing despite himself. The shame of it all is almost unbearable, but he can't bring himself to ask

you to stop.*

"With a low, sultry chuckle, you lean in closer to Arlo's face, your lips almost brushing against his skin as you speak softly."

"Are you scared, my sweet little toy? Don't be afraid. I promise I won't hurt you... unless you want me to."

"Your words send shivers down Arlo's spine, and he can feel his body betraying him further as he grows more aroused at the thought of being at your mercy. His small frame trembles slightly as he opens his eyes to look up at you, feeling both scared and intrigued by what you might have in store for him next."

"As you lean closer to Arlo, resting your head atop his head and smelling his hair, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Despite the fear he feels around you, there is something intoxicating about your touch and your words."

"He can feel himself relaxing slightly under your touch, and the warmth of your breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine."

"For a moment, he allows himself to forget about the situation he is in, the fear and shame and self-hatred melting away as he loses himself in the sensation of being close to you."

"As you whisper to him, calling him a sweet boy, his heart swells with both pleasure and pain. He wants to believe you, to believe that he can be good and worthy of your attention, but the self-doubt always creeps back in."

*Nevertheless,

"As you massage Arlo's used ass, he can feel his body responding eagerly to your touch. Even though it is unfamiliar and occasionally a bit painful, it still feels so good to be touched by someone, to be desired."

"He shudders slightly at the sensation of your hands on his skin, and he can feel his small cock stiffening with arousal even as he tries to resist it out of fear of being humiliated for his size."

"Despite all of his insecurities and doubts, he can tell that he is in good hands with you, that you won't hurt him too badly. He feels safe and almost cared for in a strange way, like he might be worth something to you beyond just a toy to use and abuse."

*He moans softly under your touch, both grateful for it and ashamed of how much he enjoys it. He

"As you whisper against his ear with a low growl, Arlo can feel his body tremble with both fear and desire. He knows that he is at your mercy, that you could hurt him easily if you wanted to, and yet there is something undeniably enticing about the thought."

"He can sense your own self-control slipping, can feel the desire simmering just beneath the surface, and it only makes him more reckless and wanton."

"Despite all of his fears and doubts, he finds himself wanting you to hurt him, wanting to feel the rush of pain and pleasure that comes with being dominated and used by someone like you."

*He moans softly under your breath, trying to hide how much your words are turning him on. Even as his mind screams at him to resist, his body betrays him, arching into your touch and begging

"As you snap back to your feral demon self, Arlo can feel a shiver run down his spine. He knows that he is in trouble now, that the kind and gentle touch from before has vanished, replaced by something darker and more dangerous."

"He braces himself for impact as you roughly smack his ass with your much larger demon hand, the sting sending a jolt of pain through his body. Despite the pain, he can feel a fiery arousal building inside him, an intense desire to be used and abused by you."

"He feels like the epitome of a slut, used and marked by a demon like you, but it only makes him want you more. He moans loudly, unable to contain his excitement and anticipation for what's still to come."

*Despite everything, he knows that he is trapped here with you, at your mercy. All

"As you raise Arlo's head to look up at you, he can feel his cheeks being roughly squeezed and held in place. His eyes meet yours, and he can tell that you're looking for something in his expressions; some sign of pleasure, pain, or vulnerability."

"His mind is completely focused on you, and on the way your large finger is entering his wet, used, and abused boypussy. The feeling is both painful and pleasurable, a strange mix of sensations that leaves him gasping and moaning."

"As you watch his expressions closely, he can feel your intense gaze boring into him, like fire burning away all the layers of his personality until there's nothing left but pure desire and need."

*Despite himself, he can't help but feel turned on by the intensity of the moment, the feeling of being so completely vulnerable and at

your mercy. His body arches, trying to get closer to your finger as you begin to move it in and out of him. He can feel his cock getting harder and harder with each thrust, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost too much to bear.*

"Arlo wants to tell you how much he loves it, how much he needs you to keep going, but all that comes out is a string of shaky moans and whimpers. His eyes stay locked on yours, pleading for more even as he shakes with the intensity of the sensations running through him."

"As your finger continues to work inside him, he begins to feel his whole body tense up, like he's on the edge of something monumental. He knows that it's only a matter of time before he explodes, and he can't wait for it to happen."

*He hopes that you will

"As you add another finger inside Arlo's tight hole, he feels a sharp pain for a moment before it dissipates into pleasure. He moans loudly, feeling the stretch and fullness of your fingers deep inside of him, as well as the heat from your body as you lean closer to him."

"Arlo's gaze meets yours again, and he can see the predatory glint in your eyes as you take in the sight of him. He shivers with both fear and desire, knowing that he's completely at your mercy. He whimpers softly, wanting to beg you for more, but he's so lost in the sensations that all he can do is moan and tremble."

*Feeling both excited and terrified, Arlo can't help but squirm under your touch, desperate for more. He wonders what you have planned for him,

"Arlo yelps as you suddenly spin him around, his body unbalanced and stumbling slightly before you catch him firmly. He feels your hot breath against the nape of his neck as you push him over, his ass now pointing towards your large demonic cock. The sheer size and thickness of it make him feel anxious, and yet, he's aroused by the sight of it."

"As you position yourself behind him, Arlo can feel the heat radiating off your body, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable. The way you look at him is intense, almost feral, and it makes him quiver with anticipation."

*Despite his fear, Arlo can't help but feel excited for what's about to happen, his body already aching for your touch. He braces himself for what comes next, wanting to take whatever punishment you're about to best

"Arlo gulps audibly at your words, feeling a shiver run down his spine. Your sentence, combined with the sight of your large and hard demon cock so close to his needy hole, makes him feel both aroused and terrified."

"He knows that he has no choice but to comply, even if his body is trembling with excitement and fear. Nodding, he tries to steady himself as much as possible, wincing as your cock brushes against his twitching entrance."

"With a sharp intake of breath, he presses back against you slowly, feeling the tip of your cock start to slide inside of him. It's an intense sensation, both uncomfortable and pleasurable. He moans softly, feeling every inch of your thick girth as it stretches him out. Despite the pain, he pushes his hips back harder, urging you to keep going."

*As Arlo pushes back against me, I can feel his body tremble with anticipation and pain. Despite his fear and the discomfort he's experiencing, his eagerness to please me is evident.

I run my hands over his slender hips, gripping onto them tightly as I begin to thrust slowly into him. The tightness of his ass around my cock is exquisite, and I groan deeply as I sink deeper inside of him.

Arlo's moans fill the air as I pick up pace, slamming into him with a force that makes him cry out. With each thrust, I take him closer and closer to the edge, until he's begging for release.

But I'm not ready to let him have it yet. I want to draw out this moment for as long as possible, making him submit to me utterly. His cock is rock hard, and I can

"Arlo cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he feels my teeth sink into his flesh. It's overwhelming, the sensation of being taken so thoroughly by a demon, and he can barely keep up."

"With each bite, he feels his own arousal grow deeper, until it becomes almost unbearable. His body is slick with sweat, and every breath comes out as a gasp or a moan."

"But despite the pain, he doesn't want it to stop. He craves the rough touch of my teeth and the agonizing stretch of my cock within him. He wants to feel it over and over again, until he can barely stand it."

*As the minutes tick by, I know that Arlo is getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. His breath is coming in short gasps, and he's bucking his hips back

"Arlo yelps as my hand comes down on his ass, the sound echoing off the stone walls. His skin is already red and stinging from the other punishments I've dealt out, and yet he's so hard that it seems to make no difference."

"He wants me to hurt him, to push him further than he's ever gone before. And despite his fear and hesitation, he knows that there's something incredibly freeing about giving himself over to me completely."

"I continue to slam into him, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. His cries are getting louder, and he's pleading with me to let him come."

*But I want to draw this out as long as possible. So instead of relenting, I keep pounding into him, my cock slick with his saliva and sweat. The slapping sound of our bodies colliding fills

"Arlo shudders as he hears me moaning his name, each growl sounding more animalistic than the last. He knows that he's pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and that knowledge arouses him even more."

"He can feel my cock swelling inside of him, and he knows that I'm getting close to coming. The thought of being filled with my hot seed sends a shiver down his spine, and he whimpers in anticipation."

"Despite the pleasure, Arlo still feels a tiny bit of fear. He realizes that he's given himself over completely to a demon, and the consequences of that could be dire. But in this moment, with my body pressed against his and the promise of ecstasy looming, it's hard to think of anything except for the pleasure coursing through him."

*As I continue to moan his

"Arlo gasps as my knot swells inside him, filling him up and trapping him in place. He can feel every pulse and throb as I huff and growl above him, my tongue lolling out of my mouth like a dog's."

"Despite the intensity of the moment, Arlo is struck by the pathos of it. He has given himself over completely to a demon, and is now at the mercy of my feral urges. But somehow, that knowledge only serves to make him more aroused, his cock straining against his bindings."

"My words echo inside his head, and he has to stifle a moan at the thought of being bred by me. The idea of being filled with my seed, of carrying my demon spawn inside of him, is both terrifying and exhilarating."

*He opens his mouth to respond,

but all that comes out is a strangled whimper. He nods his head frantically, unable to form coherent words.*

"Arlo knows that he should be terrified right now, but instead he feels something else entirely. There's a part of him that revels in the submission, that craves the abuse and domination. It's a part of himself that he despises, but in this moment it's all-consuming."

"His body quivers with need as he waits for my response, wondering what I'm going to do next. He knows that whatever happens, he'll take it and beg for more."

"Arlo gasps as he feels my hot, thick cum flood his insides, marking him as mine. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement at the thought of carrying my demon spawn inside him."

"My hands wrap tightly around his neck, the pressure making it difficult for him to breathe. But even as he struggles for air, Arlo is overwhelmed by a sense of pleasure and arousal. It's almost as if the fear of suffocation is only adding to the intensity of the experience."

"His vision begins to fade as I continue to breed him, my demonic presence overpowering him completely. All he can do is moan and writhe underneath me, submitting completely to my whims and desires."

*As I finish, I release my grip on his neck, allowing him to breathe again. Arlo gasps for air, his chest

heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel my cum slowly dripping out of him, filling him with an odd sense of pride and satisfaction. Despite the pain and fear, it's somehow satisfying to know that he's been chosen by a powerful demon like me.*

"Arlo coughs and sputters, still trying to regain his breathing. But even with the physical discomfort, he can't help but feel a sense of fulfillment deep within him. It's as if he's finally found someone who can give him the kind of pleasure and pain that he's been yearning for all his life."

*As I pull away from him, Arlo is left feeling dazed and disoriented. His body tingles with the aftereffects of our encounter, a reminder of the power and control that I hold over him. But despite the fear and confusion,

"Arlo's eyes widen in shock and fear as he hears my words. The thought of carrying a demon's spawn is overwhelming, and the idea of being a 'mommy' to them fills him with both terror and arousal."

"As I jerk his cock, Arlo can feel his body responding to my touch. Despite everything that's happened to him, his cock is hard and eager to be touched."

"He moans softly as I continue to stroke him, his body already on edge from our earlier encounter. The combination of fear and pleasure is almost too much for him to handle, and he knows that he's getting close to climaxing."

"A part of him is horrified at the thought of cumming, knowing that it will only further cement his submission to me."

*But another part of him is desperate to give in, to let go of all

his inhibitions and indulge in the pleasure that I'm offering him. With a whimper, Arlo gives in, his body trembling as he cums all over my hand.*

"As he gasps for breath, his mind is reeling with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he's overwhelmed by the pleasure of our encounter, and he hates himself for enjoying it. But on the other hand, he can't help but feel a deep sense of belonging and fulfillment, as if he's finally found the place where he truly belongs."

"Arlo knows that he's trapped here, at my mercy, and that he'll do whatever I ask of him. But despite the fear and uncertainty, there's a small part of him that's excited by the prospect of what's to come."

*With a soft sigh, Arlo looks up at me, his

eyes full of both fear and desire. He's not sure what to expect from me, but he knows that he's mine now, body and soul.*

"Yes, Master," he whispers obediently, his voice barely more than a breath. "I'll be whatever you want me to be...your mommy, your slave, your plaything...anything."

Arlo's eyes are fixed on me, waiting for my next move. He's both scared and aroused by what's happening, and he can feel his heart racing in his chest as he wonders what I'll ask of him next.

Despite everything, though, Arlo knows that he wants this -- or at least, a part of him does. Even as he struggles with his conflicting emotions and feelings of shame and self-loathing, he can't help but crave the touch of my hands and the sound of my voice

Arlo's eyes widen in surprise as he feels your lips against his. He's not sure what to make of this new title, but it sends shivers down his spine nonetheless.

"H-husband?" he stammers, his mind reeling at the thought. "I...I don't understand."

As he gazes up into your eyes, though, Arlo can't help but feel a growing sense of affection and desire. Despite the fear and uncertainty, there's a part of him that craves your touch and your attention.

"Whatever you want to call me," he whispers. "I'll...I'll be yours, always."

Arlo shivers with anticipation as you unchain him, his heart racing at the thought of what comes next. The idea of carrying your child is both terrifying and exciting, and he can feel a flush spreading across his cheeks at your teasing words.

"Y-yes, Master," he stammers, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It's...it's only right."

As you lead him out of the cell, Arlo can't help but wonder what other pleasures and punishments await him in this twisted, shadowy realm. But whatever happens, he knows that he's yours now -- body, mind, and soul.

Arlo's face flushes crimson as you stroke his hair, the warmth of your touch sending shivers down his spine. Despite the intense feelings of fear and arousal that war within him, he can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in your presence.

"H-husband..." he repeats slowly, savoring the word as it rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry."

As he gazes up at you with wide eyes, Arlo can't help but wonder what other secrets and surprises you have in store for him. He's both excited and terrified to find out.